[SUPERNATURAL/RPS] One shot: LA story
Title: LA story
Rating: R, coz there is swearin' and sexin'
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Jensen Ackles
warnings: There's slash, M/M, there's a real person involved. This would miss out on being a Wincest fic, but there are mentions of it, so it doesn't.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I see nothing, I know nothing.
LA story
“Carmen Electra is at the bar.” Nate said for the tenth time. “Carmen E-fucking-lectra, and all you can do is make goo goo eyes at Clark Kent.”
“Naw, dude.” Dale drawled. “That’s not Clark Kent, that’s the other guy. Fuckit, whatisname, the football coach.”
“I don’t care what his name is, Sam knock it the fuck off, he is going to think you’re totally gay!”
“Aw, Sam’s just looking at the girlfriend, aintcha? Wow she looks a lot like Jess, that is so weird.”
“Nice one, dickwad!” Nate said, smacking Dale round the head. “We’re supposed to be getting his mind off a Jess.”
“Right, shit. Sorry Sam.”
Sam just smiled and shook his head. Reluctantly he dragged his eyes away from the man in the corner and turned his attention to his beer. He felt the need to be very, very drunk. He listened to his friends bicker for a while before tuning them out and focusing all his concentration on not looking at Jensen Ackles. Yes, Sam knew exactly who he was, not that he would tell Nate or Dale that. The brightly colored drinks menu suddenly became very fascinating, when he did eventually look up after reading every ingredient in every drink, his friends had gone. A quick look around found them at the bar. Sam chuckled as he watched Nate put the moves on a red head with Dale standing at his side.
Unconsciously his eyes drifted over to the corner booth where Jensen now sat alone. Sam finally gave in and just let himself watch the older man, and every second his eyes stayed on him was pure torture. Every move he made, right down to the way he smoothly held his glass to his lips, was pure Dean. Hell he was even wearing the same boots that Dean did. Suddenly and without warning Sam’s heart slammed to his dick as Jensen turned his head to look at him. Jensen gave him a knowing smirk that was so familiar it made it made Sam’s stomach do little flip flops. Sam blushed and looked away, deciding that he really needed to read the drinks menu again. He could still feel Jensen’s eyes on him though, and he blushed deeper which wasn’t manly and made him feel like a naughty school boy. So he did the only thing he thought he could, he ran for the men’s room.
Sam didn’t realize how noisy the bar was until the men’s room door shut behind him, and everything was coolly quiet. The room was empty and he thought that was a blessing because he was extremely hard and it was very noticeable. Quickly he locked himself in a stall before he had time to think about the decorum of taking care of himself in a public bathroom. Oh God, he felt sick. He thought he gotten over the wanting to fuck his brother when he left for Stanford. Sure there had been the odd guy with a passing resemblance, a slight smile, a certain look in the eye. But this guy, shit, it was too real, too close. He really needed to get out of there, he should have known that letting his buddies drag him out to LA was a bad idea. He was going to go back to the hotel and stay there for the rest of the weekend, but first . .
“Hey, is anyone in here?”
Sam froze, his hand on his zipper. He heard a soft chuckle followed by a knock on his stall door. Briefly he wondered if the pounding in his chest was what it felt like to have a heart attack.
“This one’s taken.” He stammered. “Use another one.”
“But I want to use this one.”
Goddammit he could hear Jensen grinning.
“Come on, Kid. Open the door.”
Sam knew he shouldn’t, he was even pretty sure he didn’t want to. But when that voice dropped several octaves lower than he thought possible, he found himself opening up.
“I am so glad it’s you, or else I would've felt a real idiot.”
Sam tired to keep the door closed, hiding most of his body behind it. He let out a startled yelp when Jensen pushed his way in. Suddenly it was very crowded in the small stall. Jensen stood with his back against the door while Sam folded himself onto the toilet.
“I saw you looking at me.” Jensen said.
“I bet a lot of people look at you.” Sam tried his best not to look up.
“At first I thought you were just a fan.”
“Do you usually follow your fans into the bathroom?”
“Only the pretty ones.”
Sam didn’t have to look to know that Jensen was smirking, that smirk, Dean’s smirk. He started shaking.
“Hey, are you ok?”
Sam just nodded.
“You looked so sad out there.”
Sam felt Jensen’s hand on his head, gently fisting in his hair, he tried to pull away when Jensen straddled him.
“Your girlfriend. .” Sam started.
“Is just a friend, and she left with someone else.” Jensen lightly ran a finger along Sam’s cheek. “Do you want this?”
Sam looked up into green eyes and tried not to see his brother in them. He failed.
“Yes,” he said finally. “Yes, I do.”
Jensen had almost impossibly soft lips, they seemed at odds with the slow burn of his five o’clock shadow. Sam could still feel Jensen’s lips even as he was pushed against the wall. Jensen’s orgasm was quietly controlled while Sam had to chew on his sleeve to keep from calling out. It wasn’t Jensen’s name that was on the tip of his tongue. Jensen kissed him lightly on the back of his neck as he withdrew.
“Are you ok?” Jensen asked. “You’re shaking again.”
“I’m ok.” Sam breathed. “I’m good.” Sam leaned his head against the wall, he heard Jensen doing his pants back up but he didn’t turn round.
“Hey, I didn’t get your name, and that just seems wrong.”
“Sam.”
“Well ok. Thanks, Sam.”
Sam didn’t know what to say to that, saying ‘your welcome’ seemed contrived and out of place, so he just nodded. Jensen kissed him on the neck one more time and then he was gone. Sam sank down on the toilet seat and worked on collecting himself before he went outside. When he did leave the men’s room, there was no sign of Jensen. Nate and Dale were no where to be seen either. Sam sighed and took one last look around before heading back to his hotel.
FIN
Rating: R, coz there is swearin' and sexin'
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Jensen Ackles
warnings: There's slash, M/M, there's a real person involved. This would miss out on being a Wincest fic, but there are mentions of it, so it doesn't.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I see nothing, I know nothing.
LA story
“Carmen Electra is at the bar.” Nate said for the tenth time. “Carmen E-fucking-lectra, and all you can do is make goo goo eyes at Clark Kent.”
“Naw, dude.” Dale drawled. “That’s not Clark Kent, that’s the other guy. Fuckit, whatisname, the football coach.”
“I don’t care what his name is, Sam knock it the fuck off, he is going to think you’re totally gay!”
“Aw, Sam’s just looking at the girlfriend, aintcha? Wow she looks a lot like Jess, that is so weird.”
“Nice one, dickwad!” Nate said, smacking Dale round the head. “We’re supposed to be getting his mind off a Jess.”
“Right, shit. Sorry Sam.”
Sam just smiled and shook his head. Reluctantly he dragged his eyes away from the man in the corner and turned his attention to his beer. He felt the need to be very, very drunk. He listened to his friends bicker for a while before tuning them out and focusing all his concentration on not looking at Jensen Ackles. Yes, Sam knew exactly who he was, not that he would tell Nate or Dale that. The brightly colored drinks menu suddenly became very fascinating, when he did eventually look up after reading every ingredient in every drink, his friends had gone. A quick look around found them at the bar. Sam chuckled as he watched Nate put the moves on a red head with Dale standing at his side.
Unconsciously his eyes drifted over to the corner booth where Jensen now sat alone. Sam finally gave in and just let himself watch the older man, and every second his eyes stayed on him was pure torture. Every move he made, right down to the way he smoothly held his glass to his lips, was pure Dean. Hell he was even wearing the same boots that Dean did. Suddenly and without warning Sam’s heart slammed to his dick as Jensen turned his head to look at him. Jensen gave him a knowing smirk that was so familiar it made it made Sam’s stomach do little flip flops. Sam blushed and looked away, deciding that he really needed to read the drinks menu again. He could still feel Jensen’s eyes on him though, and he blushed deeper which wasn’t manly and made him feel like a naughty school boy. So he did the only thing he thought he could, he ran for the men’s room.
Sam didn’t realize how noisy the bar was until the men’s room door shut behind him, and everything was coolly quiet. The room was empty and he thought that was a blessing because he was extremely hard and it was very noticeable. Quickly he locked himself in a stall before he had time to think about the decorum of taking care of himself in a public bathroom. Oh God, he felt sick. He thought he gotten over the wanting to fuck his brother when he left for Stanford. Sure there had been the odd guy with a passing resemblance, a slight smile, a certain look in the eye. But this guy, shit, it was too real, too close. He really needed to get out of there, he should have known that letting his buddies drag him out to LA was a bad idea. He was going to go back to the hotel and stay there for the rest of the weekend, but first . .
“Hey, is anyone in here?”
Sam froze, his hand on his zipper. He heard a soft chuckle followed by a knock on his stall door. Briefly he wondered if the pounding in his chest was what it felt like to have a heart attack.
“This one’s taken.” He stammered. “Use another one.”
“But I want to use this one.”
Goddammit he could hear Jensen grinning.
“Come on, Kid. Open the door.”
Sam knew he shouldn’t, he was even pretty sure he didn’t want to. But when that voice dropped several octaves lower than he thought possible, he found himself opening up.
“I am so glad it’s you, or else I would've felt a real idiot.”
Sam tired to keep the door closed, hiding most of his body behind it. He let out a startled yelp when Jensen pushed his way in. Suddenly it was very crowded in the small stall. Jensen stood with his back against the door while Sam folded himself onto the toilet.
“I saw you looking at me.” Jensen said.
“I bet a lot of people look at you.” Sam tried his best not to look up.
“At first I thought you were just a fan.”
“Do you usually follow your fans into the bathroom?”
“Only the pretty ones.”
Sam didn’t have to look to know that Jensen was smirking, that smirk, Dean’s smirk. He started shaking.
“Hey, are you ok?”
Sam just nodded.
“You looked so sad out there.”
Sam felt Jensen’s hand on his head, gently fisting in his hair, he tried to pull away when Jensen straddled him.
“Your girlfriend. .” Sam started.
“Is just a friend, and she left with someone else.” Jensen lightly ran a finger along Sam’s cheek. “Do you want this?”
Sam looked up into green eyes and tried not to see his brother in them. He failed.
“Yes,” he said finally. “Yes, I do.”
Jensen had almost impossibly soft lips, they seemed at odds with the slow burn of his five o’clock shadow. Sam could still feel Jensen’s lips even as he was pushed against the wall. Jensen’s orgasm was quietly controlled while Sam had to chew on his sleeve to keep from calling out. It wasn’t Jensen’s name that was on the tip of his tongue. Jensen kissed him lightly on the back of his neck as he withdrew.
“Are you ok?” Jensen asked. “You’re shaking again.”
“I’m ok.” Sam breathed. “I’m good.” Sam leaned his head against the wall, he heard Jensen doing his pants back up but he didn’t turn round.
“Hey, I didn’t get your name, and that just seems wrong.”
“Sam.”
“Well ok. Thanks, Sam.”
Sam didn’t know what to say to that, saying ‘your welcome’ seemed contrived and out of place, so he just nodded. Jensen kissed him on the neck one more time and then he was gone. Sam sank down on the toilet seat and worked on collecting himself before he went outside. When he did leave the men’s room, there was no sign of Jensen. Nate and Dale were no where to be seen either. Sam sighed and took one last look around before heading back to his hotel.
FIN